Claimed by the Mafia King

White Lion’s POV

I stood in the far corner of the lobby room watching as her parents walked into the hospital in search of her.

Her mother went straight to the ward where she had been transferred to and her dad asked to see the doctor.

I immediately didn’t like the man.

I waited for a brief moment before going over to the ward my love was currently admitted in thanks to Ogaga’s stupidity!

I stood by the door watching as her mother spoke to her in hush whispers. Her mother was sitting by the bed while caressing her daughters hand which she had placed on her legs.

Mira was awake now and she looked really good. She was smiling while assuring her mother that she was fine.

She didn’t even act like she had just been in an accident. I found myself loving her all the more.

She was so brave.

I smiled as I watched the lovely interaction that was going on between mother and daughter.

They seemed to loved each other very much.

Mira’s eyes suddenly almost met with mine as she looked past her mom to the door.

It was as though she could sense me lurking around.

I closed the door in a hurry and sauntered out of the hospital.

Only when I was in my Benz did my heart stop racing hard.

I was glad that she didn’t see me otherwise all my plans could have been for nothing.

I inhaled and waited for my nerves to calm down before I spoke.

When I could speak I gave instructions to my men to watch over her while I followed her Dad with Marcus driving me.

The man didn’t even stay with his daughter for up to an hour. Now I knew why I didn’t like him.

When I got the their house I made a routine check up of the street by driving back and forth just once in slow motion.

I gave Marcus some money to get a small caravan that was for sale just opposite her house.

Fate was sure in tune with my plans.

The old woman smiled at Marcus and was so unsuspicious. She even blushed sometimes. That was why I chose him.

I couldn’t have done it myself. I emitted an aura of fear and power even without trying hence the reason I tried as much as possible to stay away from the eyes of the public.

It was also one of the many reasons why I chose Marcus to be my right hand man. He contrasted my physical features. I was a Lion at heart and at face.

While in secondary school I was always sited at the back seat with a hoodie over my hair.

Girls had been fawning over me even then and I had had my fair share of them.

They loved the air of mystery around me.

One girl had told me that I made albinism look goddamn hot. Some had said that I was godlike.

Guys had been jealous but they could do nothing as they all feared me. And the ones I fancied I added to my gang.

My principal had known my dad and at such didn’t bother me about my long hair and hoodie. Plus he had feared me too.

Maybe that’s what drew the girls more to me. It was the taste of power they all loved.

I wondered if Mira loved the taste of power too.

Marcus came into the car and handed me Keys to the caravan pulling me out of my thoughts.

“That was faster than I expected.” I commented with a half smile.

“Women always fall for men who look so innocent.” Marcus chuckled.

“That they do I suppose.” I chuckled.

I looked at the key on my hand and inhaled. I needed to keep watch over Mira at all times.

My enemies might want to come to me through her and I couldn’t let anyone touch her not without my go ahead.

She was mine now. Mine to love and protect.

Another reason why I did want the caravan was that on top of acting ugly I wanted to also act poor. If saving her didn’t get her to like me then maybe she might like me out of pity.

Girls with her kind of pure heart would easily fall for the ugly poor dude who nobody likes or maybe not.

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Either ways Mirabel was going to fall in love with me either by hook or by crook. The game of love for me is like war and all was fair.

I dipped my hands in my pocket and brought out my phone to call the man who would play the devil for me. Someone who might as well be the devil.

Someone like me.

Ken picked up on the first ring.

“Hello Lion.” He said in a cheerful voice. He always wanted to to do business with me and I guessed that was the reason why he was so happy about my offer.

“Their is nothing to be excited about!” I spoke harshly for I didn’t like him for reasons I couldn’t quite place my hands on

“The game beings in one week. Be prepared.”

“I was born ready.” He replied with an amused voice.

I hung up and exhaled.

And thus the game began.